REFRESHED LAZARUS

I MUST STOP FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF.

THAT IS NOT WHY GOD SENT ME.

I WAS NOT GIVEN THE GOLD OF LIFE

TO TRADE FOR LESSER CURRENCY.

I SEE MY SKY YAWN INTO ETERNITY,

FLOWERS REVEAL DIVINE SYMMETRY.

BIRDS RISE, DEFYING GRAVITY. 

MY HEART PUMPS FRESH VITALITY.

FROM NOW ON, EACH SUN WILL SEE

A NEW, INVIGORATED ME.

MY DEAD SKIN I HAVE SLOUGHED,  

I AM LAZARUS UNBOUND, UNBOWED.

24.4.16,

7.00 AM.